IBCharon

The MMORPG 'EVR' was released unexpectedly one day, along with its advanced equipment that allowed players to fully immerse themselves in the game, even though prior VR technology wasn't nearly as realistic.

To prevent people from replacing their real lives with the game, the servers were shut down during the day and on weekends.

I was the best at the game, but since I had no friends or family, I could only watch and bet on sports while waiting for the servers to reopen—until the day I died and regressed to a week before the game was released.

I know everything that will happen in the game.

I know the game is not just realistic; it's real.

And for some reason, I don't need to log out!

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This is a no-harem story. It starts off quickly after narrating unnecessary details, so I suggest reading at least a few chapters to get to the heart of the story.

I Don't Need To Log Out

Arlon entered the isolated training chamber he had used before and shut the door behind him.

The room was vast, designed for intense sparring sessions, but tonight, he wasn't here to spar.

He stood in the center of the room, rolling his shoulders before summoning his sword. The weight was familiar in his hands, an extension of himself.

His blade cut through the air in a precise arc, the movement effortless. He shifted his stance, striking again—faster this time. His footwork was smooth and controlled.

Each motion built upon the last, flowing seamlessly like a dance.

His goal wasn't just speed. It wasn't just power. It was control.

He switched between different techniques, transitioning between standard swordplay and magic-infused strikes.

His mana pulsed through his veins, responding instantly as he wove magic into each slash.

For hours, he trained, testing his limits.

Monster Core